The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Lyle and Peyton
What: Popping in for an unexpected visit
Where: Lyle's apartment
When: Lunch time
Rating: TBD


It was a pretty typical day, but not a typical week, for Lyle. On Monday Fisher had called him to tell him that his ex girlfriend had released a new album and apparently it was "the grittiest chunk of true emotion since Adele set fire to the rain". On Tuesday, someone from some crappy no-name tabloid had called Lyle to ask him about not his brother's nuptials, which was his first assumption, but his relationship with Peyton Billings. Then four hours later someone from a well known tabloid called asking for similar information. And then another called, and another. And then on Wednesday there was a handful of letters, all wanting his side of the story about a relationship that had been dead for ten years.

Frustrated, and annoyed, and a little worried that media snooping might blow the lid off TJS, Lyle called the record company that was representing Peyton and, with a good amount of lying and false names, he got through to her publicist's voicemail. He demanded that they retract the statement, or at the very least lie and say that the person she named wasn't him, and to tell Peyton that he was at "the school" and this attention was going to, quote, "fuck this little world". He hoped that she would at least care enough about the people here to not want that to happen.

Thursday seemed promising, since only two media morons had called him and he had hung up on them both. Hopefully it would just blow over. The less he had to think about this, the better he'd be. So he was busy with grading papers and making notes about which students were understanding the material, which weren't, and which were just too thickheaded to be helped. When a knock came to the door Lyle didn't think much of it, so he answered while skimming over his text book. And then he flat out dropped it, and his jaw, when he saw who was standing on the other side of the door.

Who: Peyton and Lyle
What: Talking
Where: Rec center
When: Midday
Rating: TBD

Lyle hadn't seent a reply to Peyton until he was already at the rec center (and sitting on the pool table) because he hadn't wanted to risk the awkward possibility of them meeting up in the staff apartment building and having to walk there together. Besides, it was likely that Peyton would just teleport there anyway, so he might as well already be waiting. Why he had decided on doing this meeting, he wasn't entirely sure. Just seeing her journal name on the community site, hell even seeing her brother walking around the school, made him feel both angry and sick. And he hadn't been exactly pleasant to Nico since last Friday either. He and Peyton hadn't really talked since she'd left, and Lyle had convinced himself that he was over her and he hated her and she'd be gone forever and he'd never have to think of her again. But of course that wasn't true, as he was repeatedly finding out. So maybe he needed to confront her and get her out of his system.

So he was here now, waiting for her to come (if she came), drumming his fingers op the slate top and thinking that this was probably a shitty idea. So what did he plan to say to her? And so what if they made peace? Would it change anything at all, or would it only complictae everything? Unfortunately, he didn't really have time to back out.

Who: Charlie, Maggie, Harlow (and a little Peyton thrown in)
When: Sunday morning
Where: Charlie's apartment
What: breakfast!

Charlie got a call from Maggie the night before, telling him that she had invited Harlow to come over for their usual Sunday breakfast. Charlie and Maggie shared a lot of meals throughout the week, but Sunday morning breakfast was the main one, the rest were impromptu. He was busy mixing the pancake batter while Peyton helped herself to his video game collection.

She was a terrible house guest, but it was a comfort having her close by. He didn't know when he might need her teleporting ability, so he'd worked out an arrangement with her to live with him for the time being. The study had a twin sized bed that Maggie used when she stayed over, so it worked as a suitable guest room for Peyton to occupy. She'd definitely made herself at home. The room was a disaster.

All the noise from the TV wasn't enough to distract the vampire with excellent hearing when a knock came at the door. It had to be Harlow, because Maggie didn't knock. He set the mixing bowl aside and wiped his hands on his jeans, heading over to open the door. Tiny and blond, Harlow kind of reminded him of Maggie. He smiled at her and opened the door wide. "Hey, I'm Charlie. You beat Maggie.. but she'll probably be here in a second." Cassius, who had been munching on Peyton's crumbs (she was a slob), hopped up from his spot on the floor below her feet and walked over to greet the newcomer. He sniffed at Harlow and then nudged her leg for attention. "That's Cassius.. he's a sucker for cute girls."

Who: Peyton and Ric
When: Tuesday afternoon
Where: his office
What: a visit

Peyton wasn't feeling strong enough yet to leave. While she received the vaccine within a minute of her arrival at school, the virus moved much faster, so she did get sick, severely so, even though it was brief. Good thing she hadn't come before the school got that shot. She probably would have died within a day's time.

But, she was alive and on the mend, so she decided to stop lounging around Reese's new place and go pester her favorite person to pester. Godric. She slipped on a hoodie and flip flops and headed out to his office. It felt weird being back on campus, and she was getting a lot of looks from people who recognized her, but Peyton ignored them all. She didn't give a shit about most of them. There were very few people on campus who meant anything to her, and as soon as she was fully healed, she was teleporting her ass back to Seattle.

Arriving at Ric's office, she walked right in and flopped down in one of the big chairs in front of his desk, spinning and letting her legs dangle off the arm. "Sup, pops?"

Who: Ingrid, Reese and possibly some Peyton
When: Sunday Night
Where: Infirmary
What: Reese has come to get his woman.

Things with Lyle had gone exactly how she had anticipated. He had been a bit miffed, made some remark about her being a liar and she had gone off, of course, yelled at him about him using her which had, in turn, caused him to go off some more and it ended with her storming out of the apartment. It was pretty typical. In a few days they would talk and everything would be okay again, probably, maybe, but for right now, things just weren't.

Ingrid was angry and hurt and tired. On top of that she was anxious and giddy and a fucking nervous wreck as she sat around the lobby of the infirmary waiting for Reese to show up. Every time the door to the infirmary would open, which was often, she would get her hopes up that it was him. So far it hadn't been. She checked the clock on her phone and frowned. How fucking long did it take to just teleport? She was ready for him to be here already.

Who: Peyton and Blake
When: Wednesday night
Where: Peru... sorta
What: Peyton connects with Blake in a dream

Peyton ate a light dinner then took some time to sit in her bunk at the hostel and read. This was the routine since her arrival Saturday. She'd spend her days roaming, looking for Blake or anyone who might have seen him, then she'd find a place to crash for the night. The other part of her routine was what happened as she fell asleep, but Peyton was far less practiced on this. She was fairly confident that she was capable of astral projection, and damn near sure that's what she'd been doing while locked up in her father's lab, but doing it now without all the drugs and wanting to target a person to visit rather than a place, she was struggling.

Tonight, like all the other nights, Peyton fell asleep with a photo of Blake and the telescope he gave her in her hands. She cleared her mind of all thoughts except him, focusing as hard as she could on his image, hoping she could connect with him in her dreams. But unlike the other nights, it worked this time. As she entered REM sleep, flashes of Blake's face came to her. He wasn't sleeping, but he didn't seem totally conscious either.

Her voice always sounded so strange in this state of being, but she called out to him anyway. "Blake? It's Peyton. I need your help."

Who: Peyton
When: Saturday morning
Where: starting at the BGH and headed to Peru
What: she's searching for Blake

After Lyle left, clearly fed up with Peyton, it felt as though there was no reason left to stay. She couldn't blame him. Peyton knew she wasn't the same person he'd fallen in love with. It was hard to say exactly who she was anymore. She didn't feel like herself, and in some ways.. that was a good thing. Peyton wasn't sure she liked the person she used to be. She was different now, more in tune with her surroundings and her own spirit. If anyone could understand what she was feeling, it was Blake, but he wasn't here anymore. More than just wanting to talk to him, Peyton wanted his help. He was able to tap into powers that Peyton could not. Maybe if they combined their strengths, they could find a way to send her back where she belonged.

Peyton was convinced now that her dreams were not really dreams in the classical sense. Lyle was wrong. Peyton had been to that other world. Perhaps she didn't make a physical journey, but astral projection was a definite possibility. It made sense that if she could teleport herself across great distances that she could also travel by spirit. Now if only she could convince her body to travel along with her spirit, then maybe she could leave. Blake's experience with witchcraft was going to be the key to helping her. But first she had to find him.

She packed light, only the essentials stuffed into a backpack along with a LOT of money she'd swiped from Reese's account. She did send him an email telling him this time, which was a lot more than she would have done in the past. Peyton still wasn't happy about being brought out of her coma, but she appreciated the fact that her brother had tried to help for the first time in his life. She at least owed him a note of apology for stealing.

In addition to the few clothes, toiletries, and snacks in her bag, Peyton carried a long packing tube. Stuffed inside the cylinder was the telescope Blake had given her for her birthday. She'd removed it from the wooden tripod, since that was all much too bulky for travel, but the telescope itself had to come with her. Not only did she like it for the fact that it helped her peer into the heavens, but it provided a connection to Blake that she would need to help her find him. In her pocket she had two more items. The postcard he'd sent to Roger showing the Urubamba Valley ruins in Peru and a photo of Blake himself.

Before leaving, Peyton sent a quick email to Ric and Lyle. To a degree, she felt bad for leaving without saying goodbye in person, and her email was clinically cold in tone, but it would be easier on everyone if she just left. Ric wasn't really himself right now either, and Lyle was kind of a wreck. The email would suffice.

Clinging to all the items she was carrying, Peyton pulled out the postcard and memorized the photo, concentrating on it as hard as she possibly could. A second later, the young woman was in Peru, standing among the ruins she'd just committed to memory. Thankfully, it was still quite early in the morning, and no tourists were present to see a girl appear out of thin air. She wasn't sure where she was going, but this was a start at least. Now if only her sneakers were durable enough to get her where she'd need to go next.

Who: Peyton and Lyle
When: Friday around 2am
Where: the BGH
What: talking

Peyton didn't sleep well, at least not without drugs, and with everyone in the house watching her like a fucking hawk, it was hard to sneak pills. She just wanted to sleep, that's all. Why couldn't they let her do that? Everyone kept asking if she was hungry, did she want to talk, did she need them to get her anything. If she felt herself, she probably would have punched them for mothering her like that, but as it was she just shrugged off their offers and tried to be alone as much as possible.

It was mostly impossible, especially at night. Lyle curled up next to her in bed, making her feel a bit smothered. When she was confident he was in a deep sleep, she snuck out of bed to go outside. Peyton felt better when she was able to look up at the stars, even though these stars looked different from what she'd grown used to in her dreams. She plopped down on the grass in the front yard, and dropped to lie flat on her back, eyes on the sky. It was clear and cool, just right for star gazing.

Who: Peyton, Lyle, Dante and Godric
What: The Rescue... CONTINUED!!
Where: Roswell, NM
When: super early Saturday morning (after 1ish)
Rating: PG 13

Lyle walked a few paces behind Dante, a hand covering his mouth, eyes fixed on Jack's limp, muscular body slung easily over the other man's shoulders. This was too surreal. Dante was just carrying him around like he was weightless, like the dead body was nothing at all. A sack of flour. Five minutes ago that man had been alive and angry and dangerous, and now he was just... dead. Lyle watched Jack's head bob with each step Dante took, the wooden stake in his eye jutting out menacingly. It would not have suprised the young vampire in the least if the madman suddenly jerked back to life and lunged for him, massive hands outstretched and ready to kill.

"Where the fuck're we going?" Dante asked back over his shoulder. He was supposed to be finding some kind of lab. This guy Jack Billings was a psychopath, both by story and firsthand testimony. Dante might've liked the guy if he hadn't been deadset on killing people that Dante wasn't quite willing to be dead. And although he had only known the guy a few minutes, and had only heard him talking in a businesslike, annoyed tone, Dante had gathered that the guy was like a mad scientist, or a villain from a comic book. And as such, his laboratory would be impossible to find.

"Uh... I-I dunno," Lyle admitted hesitantly. He had been in the house before, but only in the front rooms. Paige had been more than willing to allow him access, but she didn't think he needed to peek into the laboratory, and Jack had tossed him and Grid out before they'd made it past the bathroom. "But I think it's on the west side, cuz I didn't get to go to that end."

"Hm," Dante grunted in reply, taking a turn down a boring looking hallway. There was a blinking light at the end of it, probably some kind of security something, which was promising. Sure enough, the door was just a plain looking door (locked of course) with a rectangular blue screen beside it the size of a small photo frame and a dark glossy dome above it. Palm and retinal scanner. Letting Jack's body drop to the floor, Dante growled a little, furrowing his brow. Thankfully he'd only stabbed out the one eye. "Grab his hand and put it on the scanner," he instructed gruffly, grabbing the sides of the corpse's head and lifting him up bu the neck. Jack's shoulders sagged, his thick neck stretched and straining from the weight.

Lyle stood still, just staring. "I... hafta..."

"Grab his fuckin' hand!" Dante snapped. "You wanna get short stack, we gotta get in the damn place first."

Swallowing, Lyle bent and grabbed Jack's wrist gingerly, his arm heavier than he'd expected. "I was... I was going to do it," he said softly, letting the dead man's hand drop on the scanner. A yellow line skimmed up the blue box, then down, while Lyle struggled to keep it flat on the panel. "Kill him, I mean. I was going to. I had it planned out, what I was gonna do, how I would... I knew I had to, and I thought I could talk myself into it. I thought I could do it. I knew I could do it because I had to." Once the scan completed, he let the hand drop, wiping his own hand on his jeans.

Arms shaking a little from the strain of keeping Jack's body upright, Dante rested the guy's jaw against his shoulder, one arm keeping him in a headlock while the other held the undamaged eye open. The retinal scan wasn't as obvious as the palm scan. No red lasers came out like in movies, it was just a bright light and them a small buzz as the door before them slid open. Both men walked inside, moving slowly, unsure as to what would be awaiting them. Dante felt he had been right- this guy was a comic book villain. There was impressive equipment all over, tubes and machines and tables and vials and books scattered everywhere. And laying on a steel table in the middle of the room, tubes coming out of every limb, was Peyton. Lyle rushed over to her side, speechless. She looked so pale, and so small, and her head was shaved. All he beautiful hair was gone. Electrodes were stuck all over her too, her temples and chest and shoulders. "Start peelin' those off," Dante instructed, looking over the various fluids being pumped into the girl. He knew what these were. He had seem them in Roger, right before the operation. A feeding tube, saline drip for hydration, some kind of drug to keep her knocked out. Swallowing, Dante took hold of a tube and pulled.

Lyle's eyes widened in fear. "What're you-"

"I know what I'm doing," Dante snapped tersely. He really hoped he did.

( Peyton had been stuck in one long ass dream. )

Who: Peyton and Ric
When: Tuesday evening
Where: Big Gay House
What: Pey's daddy has been oddly quiet and reclusive, so she pesters with possibly bad results.

While Peyton hadn't been around the house all that much the last few days, choosing to spend her time in the lab at work instead, she did notice when something felt a bit off. Ric was home, but she couldn't recall seeing him last night or at all today. That was just odd. Oftentimes, he would pop into her room at night to ask how the equations and star mapping was going, she'd give him an update, and then she returned to work as he ran off to read or fuck his boyfriend. He didn't do that last night. And she hadn't seen him this morning prior to heading to the lab. Now it was time for their nightly ritual, and he was a no-show once again.

Setting down her chalk and dusting her hands off on her jean shorts, Peyton wandered over to Godric's office. She rarely knocked, and tonight was no exception, but something weird happened when she turned the doorknob. It was locked. Godric never locked his office door. Peyton tried again, wondering if maybe it was just jammed a little. Nope. Locked. Well that just wouldn't do. In a rare move, she applied her knuckles to the wood, "Daddy?" she called out. Peyton was tempted to phase through the door, but maybe there was a good reason for it being locked. Maybe he and Blake were getting it on on the desk.

Who: Harlow and Peyton
What: Trial number one: vampire sunscreen
Where: A lab in a science classroom
When: Tuesday afternoon
Rating/Status: PG? Incomplete

Harlow had been thinking most of the night about just what she had agreed to do. She was going to be a test subject for vampire sunscreen. Somehow in the harsh light of the morning after agreeing to act as a guinea pig, this seemed like a much, much worse idea. Firstly, no one had ever been a test subject for this before. Harlow wasn't at all familiar with the complete repertoire of her new vampiric resistance to danger/illness, but she was pretty sure that any clinical trial had a risk of breaking out in full-body hives that lasted months and caused one's windpipe to swell shut. A longshot, but a possibility she was definitely entertaining. Then, if the lotion or whatever it actually turned out to be didn't cause her to inflate like a balloon, she would be exposed to an artificial equivalent of sunlight. That, she knew, was something her vampire skin would definitely not be down with.

Still, she didn't back out. If someone was actually trying to come up with a way that she could go out into the light of day, no matter how short of a time, she wanted to do anything she could to facilitate the discovery. She might have a little to lose – flawless skin on the test site, though she did already have scars from her work that had long made being a skin model a non-option – but she had far more to gain. If this crazy idea actually worked out somehow, she could get some of her life back. That was definitely worth a few burns.

So, she made sure she ate a good lunch (rather, drank it) and then headed down to the science labs. Suddenly aware of how white mice must feel when being pulled from their cages and placed in the hands of a scientist, she opened the door to the agreed-upon room and stepped inside. "Hello," she said, looking around the room, brushing her messy red hair out of her eyes for the twentieth time since breakfast. It never stayed back. "I'm Harlow, here to be a lab rat for you."

Who: Peyton and Ric
When: late Friday night
Where: casa de GAAAAY
What: Pey can't sleep

Peyton's eyes shot open. She was having that dream again, the one with the hand on her shoulder that so closely resembled Reese's new physical attributes. Blue-green scales all over. Webbing between the fingers. It startled her out of her slumber. Lyle must have been really tired, because he remained asleep as Peyton sat up. She gave him a little peck on his chest before slipping out of the bed.

Her orange and blue striped knee socks made for stealthy movement as she snooped around the house. She'd gotten the 'grand tour' earlier in the evening, right after eating Chinese food with Blake, but that wasn't the same as doing a little inspection of her own without supervision. Tiptoeing down the hall, she spotted light peeking out from under a door. No one lived in that room, so she opened it and walked on in. "I had another dream," she told Ric upon seeing him.

Who: Peyton, Lyle, and Jacob
When: Friday night
Where: Jacob's room
What: THREESOME! uh... maybe ;)

Peyton had been feeling pretty shitty for a while now. But everything was made SO much worse by her brother's arrival. Strike that, since BOTH her brothers' arrivals! Reese was on campus being a dumb ass, and now she had a baby brother. Probably a mutant. Actually, it upset her more to think that the stinky, whiney thing was probably totally normal. She hated her newest sibling already, and they'd not been properly introduced.

It was time to cause some trouble. What better way to shake things up than to get it on with the object of Lyle's bromance? Even if it didn't happen, and she had her doubts Lyle would go through with it, it would be damn funny to see the boys squirm in awkward sauce. But if they did go through with it, then Peyton would get to fuck two dudes at once without Lyle crying about it. Threesomes didn't fall under the 'cheating' category.

When Lyle returned to the room, Peyton hopped up off the bed. She looked good enough to eat. Showered, hair brushed, and dressed like a slutty school girl. "Don't get comfortable, we're headed out... plans." Without another word, Peyton grabbed his hand and dragged him down the hall. She knocked on Jacob's door, and while waiting for the sexy blond to answer, Peyton quickly checked to see that Lyle looked yummy. Eh.. he passed inspection.

Who: Lyle and Peyton
When: Tuesday evening
Where: their room
What: Pey is pissed at her brother, and Lyle made a promise

When Lyle returned to the room, Peyton was busy breaking shit. Good thing she loved him, because all of his stuff had been spared. Her belongings, well, there was a lot of broken crap littering the floor of the dorm room. "ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY?" she yelled at him. "I TALKED TO HIM!"

Why Lyle insisted that Peyton speak to her brother, she didn't really understand. Actually, that was a lie. She knew the reason, but she questioned his sanity. Lyle had to know that there was no fixing the broken relationship with her brother. Just because he and Fisher were playing nice again, in part due to her persistence, didn't mean a happy ending was awaiting Peyton and Reese. The circumstances were different. VERY different.

"You owe me," she commanded, glaring at Lyle. "I did exactly what you asked.. I held up my end of the deal."

Who: Peyton and Godric
What: Finally answering questions
Where: Godric's apartment
When: Thursday night
Rating: R/language

It had been a tense week in the household. Godric knew he had been being reserved and quiet, and hearing that Peyton had takled to Blake about it had only made it worse. he felt as though he'd failed her completely- as a teacher, sponsor, friend and, much to his own dismay, a parent. He realized that he truly thought of her as a daughter now. That of course made his failing her hurt ten times more.

Blake was wonderful throughout Godric's introversion, though it was very clear that he was reaching the end of his limit. The vampire tried to seem more his usual self, but having Blake talk to Pey, having it that much more obvious how badly he'd screwed up, it didn't make him want to open up any more. Quite the opposite, in fact. Though now, Godric had told Peyton that he would answer her questions, things seemed brighter. And even though he wasn't sure if he could give her satisfactory information, nor did he know the lengths Jack Billings would go to to punish Godric if he ever caught wind of this, Peyton deserved to know the truth.

He should have known that Peyton would come very soon after their talk, but it was still a surprise to see her appear in the kitchen beside him. Thankfully Godric was alone in there at the moment, grading papers at the counter. The shock nearly knocked him off the stool. "God," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Couldn't you have used the door?"

Who: Peyton and Lyle
When: around 2:00 am Wednesday
Where: Fisher's room (since they're still living there)
What: Pey has a dream and needs to confess something

Astrid's party had been lame. So so SOOOO very lame. Peyton didn't want to be there, and while she didn't complain even once about being dragged along, it was clear she felt out of place. The world felt very upside down to Peyton these days. All teenage girls went through an 'awkward' phase where they felt confused about who they were and uncomfortable in their own skin, but that was multiplied by about a billion for Peyton. Normal girls woke up with tits and felt strange. Peyton had just learned part of her genetic code was from another fucking planet! Talk about body image issues!

She'd been tossing and turning several nights now. Lyle was sweet to ask what was wrong each time she disturbed his sleep. He was even kind enough to shut up when she refused to talk about it. Tonight, things started down the same path. Peyton had slipped into a familiar dream. She was standing in what resembled a desert, though the smells, sounds and temperature were all wrong.. especially for this time of night. The black sky was dotted with stars, yet they were in the wrong places. Peyton couldn't recognize a single constellation. Where was the iconic Big Dipper, the hunter Orion, and the ever lovely Cassiopeia? They were all missing. But something new hung in the sky that even the most unobservant person would notice. There was not one, but two moons. She stared up at it all in wonder.

Peyton's brain began mapping the sky, trying to memorize each star's place. She should have been looking at the ground though, or at least at ey level. A figure approached unseen. It came up behind Peyton and placed a hand on her shoulder. Strangely, Peyton was not startled. She continued to stare into the celestial abyss. A voice sounded close to her ear, but she didn't recognize the language. The being was trying to tell her something, but Peyton couldn't understand. Peyton began to turn, hoping to ask the being for help, but that was when the dream slipped away, and Peyton slipped through the bed again.

She landed on the floor with a thud. Thankfully, there was nothing beneath the bed, and above her were planks of wood that held the box springs in place. "Lyle?" she called up to him as she scooted out from under the bed but remained on her back on the floor.

Who: Peyton and Lyle
What: Seeking consolance
Where: Lyle's Room
When: Saturday Night
Rating:

Things had been tense recently between Lyle and Peyton, and it seemed that Pey was only getting worse. She was quiet, cut off, snapping at people. Before she would insult people for fun, but now she did it with true cruel intentions. Lyle didn't know what to do anymore. He couldn't help her, and even if he tried he didn't think she'd let him. They were both sinking and neither had anything to grab onto.

Sitting alone in his room, Lyle was working on homework and trying his hardest not to think about anything- not about Fisher, who refused to speak to him, look at him or acknowledge his presence, about exams coming up, about Ingrid being here and how he was in charge of someone else's life, and how he couldn't do a damned thing for his girlfriend. It was just math right now, just numbers and equations. That shit was easy.

Who: Peyton and Loghan
When: late Wednesday night
Where: Ric's office
What: trashing the place

Talking to Fisher and Malakai hadn't helped calm the rage Peyton felt toward Godric. It was one thing for Jack to be a betraying son of a bitch. But Ric? She trusted him. Peyton never would have expected him to keep a secret like this from her, and she still didn't know the whole secret! How could he do that? He knew her. Godric knew Peyton better than probably any one else in the world, and that meant he knew how important it was for her to understand her powers and their source. How many times had he lectured her about breaking into staff offices to read files in an effort to get some background information on herself? She couldn't fucking believe this!

Unable to just sit there and do nothing about her anger, and not wanting to terrify her roommate and the dogs by having a meltdown in her own room, Peyton teleported into Ric's office. She looked around, remembering briefly that she'd just been in here with Lyle. Completely different situation. Peyton wished she was here under those circumstances again.

Peyton surveyed the room, trying to decide what to do first. A second later, Ric's computer went flying and slammed into the wall. It shattered. Peyton thought that would make her feel good, but it didn't. She brought the filing cabinets down and crushed them. Damn, why couldn't she have fire powers at a time like this? She'd love to burn the place with her mind. Peyton settled for raising his desk in the air instead. It hovered up to the ceiling and then she released it. The wood splintered upon impact with the floor, with little pieces of wood scattering around the room. Peyton focused her thoughts on the bookshelves next. One by one, tomes went soaring across the room. Then Peyton got a better idea. The next book shattered the window. Glass and ripped papers fell to the grass outside. That was satisfying.

What else could she destroy? There wasn't much left, and Peyton felt winded from using her powers so much... especially lifting the desk. She took a seat on the floor. Peyton sat there breathing heavily for a while, and after a few moments, she passed out.

Who: Peyton and Malakai
When: Monday afternoon
Where: Library for starters
What: chit chat leads to suspicion! *cue music* dun dun DUN!!!

As adorable as Kim's puppies were, and as much as Peyton liked playing with them, she could only take so much cuteness at a time, and Summer had met Peyton's quota for the day. It was time to raid the library. New books arrived on Mondays, and while Peyton didn't expect the librarian to have ordered anything decent, it was worth snooping through the stash to call dibs on anything mildly interesting. She high-tailed it from the girls dorm to the library and began her search.

Disappointed again. How fucking stupid were these people? She half expected to find monosyllabic children's books lining the shelves. She needed far more mental stimulation than this place could provide. Though, physical stimulation was sometimes a decent substitute...

Peyton spotted one of the new professors trolling through the aisles. Yummy. Too bad she was all monogamous and shit now. Corrupting professors used to be one of her favorite games. She didn't exactly have a winning record, but even when she failed to seduce one of the stuffy male staff members, she still had a good time trying. Lyle would probably be amused by her game. Hadn't he enjoyed that night playing pool when she pretended to flirt with the cavemen? Absofuckinglutely!

She teleported across the room so that she was standing smack dab between the shelves of books and Malakai's body. Not a lot of space right there, but that was a good thing. "Hey." He smelled nice. A bit like a campfire.. though not exactly... and his body gave off quite a lot of heat. What was he again? Fuck, she should have paid more attention to introductory posts and all that shit, but Peyton generally didn't care enough to do so.

Who: Summer & Peyton
When: Late, late -- probably actually early Friday morning
Where: Their room
What: girl talk? Maybe?

Summer was happy that her desk faced the wall, so her back was to Peyton. She was also glad Peyton had headphones on, and therefore probably couldn't hear her little sniffles and whimpers as she spoke to Astrid on AIM. Peyton might have found the constant tissue grabbing suspicious. Or, more so, the abrupt way she got up to open the door, step into the hall to hug Astrid, closing it behind her, lingered, then came back in only to return to her desk and stare into nothing for a little while.

Sebastian had been slightly more proactive. Between pawing at his owner's leg and visiting Peyton, he had also eaten his food and was now eyeing one of Peyton's pillows for chew action.